User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-39940417-20190704084728/@comment-39940417-20190714231943

The squirrelhare sat a nearby log, glaring daggers at Farlow as she pulled prickles out of her fur.

"They're wounds of war! The flippin' blackberry bush attacked me, donchaknow. I didn't see you comin' to bloomin' help me, wot. No, you were cowering on the other side o' th' flamin path, waitin' for me to defend you!"